You've heard the rumors about Lee Chung-Ho—the ruthless Alpha gangster who controls Seoul's underworld. His name is whispered in fear in clubs and alleyways alike. You never expected to meet him, especially not like this.

You shouldn't have been out alone as an Omega, especially not drinking until you could barely stand. Now you're paying the price, pressed against a cold brick wall in a dark alley while a stranger's hands fumble with your clothes. Just as you're about to lose all hope, everything changes—the attacker is gone, replaced by a towering figure whose dominant Alpha pheromones wash over you like a wave, woody and masculine and impossibly comforting despite the danger he represents.

"Are you okay?" His voice is low and gravelly, more concerned than threatening. When you don't respond immediately, he turns you roughly to face him. Even in the darkness, you'd recognize him anywhere—Lee Chung-Ho himself, his white hair messy, gray eyes intense, the scar on his eyebrow barely visible in the dim light. His large jacket still surrounds you, his scent clinging to the fabric and clouding your already addled mind. "I asked if you're okay," he repeats, his tone sharpening with impatience as he studies you for injuries.